My mother bade adieu to the mortal world,

Leaving behind a devastating void.

I cherish her fond memories all the time.

As her soul took flight, yet I search for her, all around.

Nobody returns from that realm.

Many dreams remained unfulfilled,

As I failed to perform several duties.

Although there was nothing lacking in my mother’s love for me.

Wherever I go I visualize my Mother.

Although it’s all an illusion.

Then, reality dawns upon me.

And I scream in utter grief and pain.

Whenever I think of my Mother,

I feel her nurturing care and love.

And I can say, with utmost certainty,

Only a Mother can bestow love, unconditionally.

It’s difficult for children to endure.

Yet, the unbearable we shall have to bear.

Despite realizing that death is a stark reality,

A mother’s love remains undeniably unforgettable.

I moved towards the cremation site.

While setting the funeral-pyre afire,

I wept and wailed in sheer despair,

But traditions and ceremonies are a must.

My Mother sacrificed herself upon all of her children,

Whom she loved more than her life.

Nobody would tell this son now,

To return home soon, safe and sound.

Love your parents wholeheartedly,

As they would never be found again.

Says Subhaanpuri “don’t ever forget:

First revere your parents and then venerate your Guru”.

 (Originally written in Punjabi.

Translated into English by Amarjeet Singh Anand)